My teenage years—
How many knew?
Unprepared waif battling
through.
Insecure, emotionally fraught
Hating myself, changes I fought.
Ravished body
Ravished mind
Hopelessly lost
Startlingly blind.
Who hears me? Who sees?
Lost and fearful…
Invisible voiceless pleas.
Hateful scars forced to hide
Feelings of despair, screaming inside.
How do I know who I should be? The world dictates its thoughts to me.
I don’t care. I’m half grown.
Shut up. Leave me alone.